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December, 1940
FILM INDIA
and also lost himself. And so did all behind one another in their respective order of importance. Every one loved Sandhya including the teaboy who lingered longer than usual in the rehearsal hall.
The producer who was used to going home for lunch suddenly discovered that he couldn't afford the time. So the lunch came to the studio and Sandhya was invited to join.
Suman was pleased with Sandhya's success. He was soon made to realize that his presence did not help his wife in her career. So with every day Suman backed a little further from Sandhya's field of activities. Even now he was searching for something to dc. Often he stayed at home and waited for Sandhya to return.
And when she returned home after the day's work, once again they were united in a blissful partnership.
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Motor cars now came to Sandhya's new flat to pick her up. It was generally a close race between the producer and the director. And the director managed to pick up Sandhya more often than the producer who had a pretence of a home to look after.
The picture was now on the sets. Sandhya was being shot from day to day. The director came closer to her, having to be with her all the time during the working hours. He often whispered sweet words into her ears — but they were not strange words to Sandhya. They were just echoes of the past. Sandhya knew the hollowness of these sweet phrases. They meant nothing to her. She smiled as she was wont to since childhood. The director was fanning the flames of his passion with words of the dead poets. Sandhya could sing those words and she knew its true music. The director's warm and prosaic effort did not impress her. With a sweet smile she once turned away saying "Babuji, I've heard those wcrds so often that I don't believe in them any longer."
The director stopped short. He looked askance at her and inquired "Where did you hear those words. Sandhya?"
"I was a singing girl once" said Sandhya.
"What? A prostitute?" interrupted the director.
"Yes, if you like it that way," said Sandhya and went home for the day.
Next day, every one in the studio seemed to know that Sandhya was at best a singing prostitute. Even the tea-boy was now less interested. Imagine such a beautiful thing being so low. Everyone was in a way disappointed. Human vanity demands that even its victim of persecution should have class.
But to the producer and to the director things seemed to have become suddenly more easy. When every one in the studio stared at Sandhya, these two showed a deeper understanding of life and silently sympathised with her.
The way they looked at her seemed to suggest, "Never mind, we understand. We don't mind your being a prostitute. It's alright, we have many in the studio like you. But you must also realize what you are and not be so stiff."
Sandhya was no longer the oomph girl of the studio people. She was just a beautiful devil. No longer did her voice thrill the young and the old. At best it was a trained voice of a songstress. The pathos in her voice and the romance in her personality fled out in a moment and no longer was she a Leila of their dreams.
In a day Sandhya had become just the right type of woman for a
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